I jog to our bench, my coach waiting on the sideline to discuss the most effective play for the situation. Upon my arrival I realize the scowl usually on my raging coach's face has disappeared; in its place is a huge grin. He pats me on the butt and tells me how good the offense is looking; the many things he has instilled in his players appear to be coming together for at least four quarters. Its about time, we have suffered through four straight losses, and have barely put any points on the scoreboard all season. My coach brushes the few hairs that have kept their pigment through th

The offensive linemen trot into place and crouch waiting for the play to begin. The ball is snapped and I pivot to the left and take off to the right; the defensive end is bogged in the middle of the chaotic line by my pivot step to the left. He read wrong, I look up and Mark is blanketed by the lanky cornerback, so I take off around the end of the line. Two yards up the field the linebacker is running a stunt on the right end. He was mirroring me, wherever I went he went. As soon as I realize I'm in trouble he slams his shoulder pads squarely into my ribs. I go down like a tackling dummy; all I can feel is the piercing pain of a bruised rib on my left side. I stumble to my feet, rather disoriented. After a few seconds I realize we have barely a minute left in the game. I shake the cobwebs from my head and look over to my coach for guidance. He calls 18 sweep; Nick, the tailback is to run around the same right end that I ran around with little success the previous play. The ball is snapped and I pitch the ball back to Nick he's already headed in the direction of the huge linebacker. Since the middle linebacker's assignment is to mirror me out of the backfield I decide to add a little something to the play, after the ball is caught by Nick I fake a sneak around the left end. To my surprise, it works, Nick rumbles over the unblocked cornerback and has nothing but daylight. Our entire team is already celebrating when we realize the referee is blowing his whistle frantically to signify the ball carrier stepped out of bounds.

I rush back to the huddle, "Alright guys, coach wants a Z-out, X-slant, Nick you go out to the left flat, we're gonna stretch the defense out and I'm gonna dump you the ball a couple steps up field. After you catch the ball make sure to get out of bounds. Break!" My offensive linemen charge the line of scrimmage like five stampeding bulls. I linger in the backfield to ensure the alignment was understood and there would be no glitches before the ball is snapped. Everything seems to be running smoothly, and I step under center. The middle-linebacker calls out, "Strong right, motion, shift right!" I exhale a strong sigh of relief, the captain of the defense has read our formation as either a deep pass down the right side, or an out along the right sideline. The defense isn't expecting what's coming. My tailbac

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